"bellwether" poems
~
we the people,
long have known
the write of
passages and poems,
whether bellwether,
envisionist or revisionist,
too oft have thought
this journey long,
and weight of hope and change
to another there belongs;
yet i subscribe
that we as scribes,
can right this ship,
not merely write it's wrongs;
for we it's pride
with hearts ascribe,
and note-by-note,
as carpenters and soldiers,
we its authors and its poets,
in words, in deeds,
writers, of a patriot’s song;
with deepest definition,
and inner soul reflection,
it's stanza, chorus, bridges,
we must lovingly inscribe.
~
*post script.
i know i am but one of many, who disillusioned, feel alienated, and could just as easily choose withdrawal as my reaction to our nation’s political plight. this then my belief, my plea, my hope we’ll see, withdrawal is not an option, that our words, deeds and even our writings carry weight, and bring with them hope and change to each community within which we each serve. we are not merely writers of our history... we are authors of our destiny!
if you are not an American, hope and pray for us, please, for we desperately need your support!! if you are, pick up the pen... pick up the charge... be the change!!*
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Billions of sheep
Following false bellwether's
To the abattoir
Starving, they jostle for crumbs
While those dressed as wolves eat lamb
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
~
*Or migrated pod
Or fleeing refugee
Or corban
Or carbon dioxide
Or yubitsume
Or van Gogh's ear
Or black Friday
Or lazy evening at the carnival
(Tomorrow has already started)
Or free range
Or gated community
Or breast exam
Or storage crisis
Or fallen leaves
Or germ warfare
Or temporary file
Or permanent wave
Or thigh gap
Or physiognomy
Or soap made of heroes
Or multiplanetary living
(There's a floating graveyard between this world and the next)
Or logical fallacy
Or irrational number
Or elementary analysis
Or college guess
Or cardiopulmonary resuscitation
Or extrasensory perception
Or ten fingers and toes
Or a dozen eggs
(They say there's strength in numbers)
Or fifth floor, corner room
Or high as a kite
Or bellwether
Or mingled with bells
Or police sirens
Or loitering around in silent films
Or rule of thirds
Or tombs of second-hand kings
Or face in the rain
Or pareidolia
(Otherwise, at first light you might be smiling...)*
~
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 9:11 AM UTC
You look at me as if it's my job
To save you from what ensues
Well, I am no knight
Girl I've got my own issues
I am not who you think I am
You'll never understand
That I am part devil
See my red right hand?
You sit and deconstruct the words
I use to deconstruct
And ask me the questions you're
Too afraid to ask yourself
I've sentenced myself to solitude
But you won't let me be
Riding high on the coat tails of fame fame
Answering the same questions differently
I don't even know if my opinions are mine anymore
Is this an origonal thought or was the seed planted
A time ago by an impalpable bellwether?
I don't want your admiration
It's leads to my frustration
I know I'm no lodestar of creation
Your mind needs some mediation
I'm near my peak of exacerbation
Please leave to give me a moments relaxation
I just crave some alleviation
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Despite our sundry transportations, trains and planes,
I don't believe us to really be voyagers;
The years, months, ticks and tocks that come and go in vain,
Like Ulysses at sea, they're the real wanderers.
Doomed to drift on water, timeless, yet growing old,
Aye, never setting anchor, always setting sail
To the end of th'endless river, where lies fool's gold.
That's all the future is; just Melville's ***** whale.
When the boat is languid, we ask it to go faster,
When the boat is lively, we implore it to stop;
The ship capsizes, it had too many masters
But just go with the flow and it'll stay on top.
We couldn't captain a tiny rubber dinghy,
Time's the real pioneer, and we her passengers.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
The silver lining
of her otherwise fuchsia
underwear, was in its ability
to sense danger.
The gray area
of her otherwise rosy
lips, was in who they were
allowed to kiss.
The red alert
of her otherwise bronze
thighs, was for what attempted
to get between them.
The white elephant
in her otherwise beige
room, is what happened
to her prized possession.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
I carry wind with addendum as though a seed has thought
only such food she'll shine again with a shore repository
as a companion in foot massage deeper inside
if mistaken identity may press her soul
that spice up this time does visit one bellwether chore of making love
yet still time those players melt their ardor and repose their splatter
in a kingdom yet found in traces of love those denizens wild cat demands so taboo again that heat with detraction of Liberty.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
I will always remember the time
you took my hand;
you took me to various places,
to beautiful pieces of land
I will never forget the time
you let go of my hand,
and I felt the world shatter inside of me
for a while I didn't understand
I will always remember
the time we spent during that fair-weather,
and slowly, but surely
I will piece myself back together
I will never forget
how you were like a fortune teller;
always a bellwether,
showing me that I will eventually have to untether
I will always remember you, my friend
for am I still only a pinfeather
and you have helped me develop for the better
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian buffoonish bombast,
betokening bobble-headed Bumstead,
barmy bartered bride bravado, bizarrely
brash brassiness, blindsiding behavior,
beetlebrowed bonehead, bafflingly baldfaced,
bankrupting, blithely bollixing,
bombastically belittling, badmouthing,
banally blasting, banana-boat baseless,
bearish blandishments, beastly boastful
boosterism, bellicosely boorish, bug-eyed,
bighearted, bigoted blathering breeding
blunderbuss bloopers, bewildering
bloodletting bellyache blight,
brazenly being bandying bellwether,
blitzing bourgeoisie balderdash,
balking but beaming barbaric
berserk ballyhoo backbiting,
backslapping backstabbing
blacklisting bromides,
besetting basic bestowed blooming,
Bobbitizing bedeviling beneficial
bulwark bereft badinage, ballistically ballooning
betrayal birthing bedlam.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
It seems here the abysmal is well recieved as is the dark.
I sketch the silent screaming mask and the sound is a bellwether.
I plumb the depths after sleepless pause or turgid slumber...... wicked spectre in the quiet hours.
They walk in uninvited,arms extended.
"A gift for you my friend"
Ah the words the spill forth again from reservoirs of pain...my pallet rich variety hues abound...the hounds have been untethered and nose to ground they salivate...at my heels again.
My demons free now to guide the way. One fleshless finger points the way beneath a heavy sleeve. "Stay or leave " but yonder lies your Destiny.
Words await buried in shallow grave just beyond that gate. "Express it now in jangled silence or wait" FOOL.
A roaring tide loosed...my expression once again doth take wing to soar and glide
In search of eagle's perch...eyes keen to observation.
Indignant...
Senses drawn as dried sinew attached to archer's bow...to.deliver words looosed. Loosed. A loaded quiver now. Soon to be empty.again.
To wait in anguish for next expulsion.
Is this the price ?
YES.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC